Reminiscing Don Pablo by Teresa Gonzalez-Lee

Reminiscing Don Pablo by Teresa Gonzalez-Lee

Reminiscing Don Pablo    It’s Chile in the clear dawn of my ten years and over the living waters over the sea pools I jump up…

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The Pages of the Calendar by Jack Marshall

The Pages of the Calendar by Jack Marshall

The pages of the calendar   The pages of the calendar are falling fast; it was always so, they never last.   What’s new is…

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Spring with my New Neighbors by Jacinta Camacho Kaplan

Spring with my New Neighbors by Jacinta Camacho Kaplan

Spring with my New Neighbors The day broke this morning with a chorale of song by my new neighbors some very lovely birds serenading me…

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Howard by E. Ethelbert Miller

Howard by E. Ethelbert Miller

HOWARD     (for Stephen Henderson) I arrive at work early… Summer just beginning. The campus is empty. I hear red flowers singing near the Fine…

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To My Son Upon His First Visit to Lebanon by Hedy Habra

To My Son Upon His First Visit to Lebanon by Hedy Habra

To My Son Upon His First Visit to Lebanon   He wanted to see our summerhouse             in the mountains of Baabdat, enter the pictures…

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New York Qasida by Shadab Zeest Hashmi

New York Qasida by Shadab Zeest Hashmi

#1 Qasida of the Stride in New York   Windows, their yawn, their early morning blush Glances falling into lit trapdoors split the here and…

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The Revival of the Qasida Form by Shadab Zeest Hashmi

The Revival of the Qasida Form by Shadab Zeest Hashmi

Shadab Zeest Hashmi   The Revival of the Qasida Form   Perhaps because “qasida” is an expression in Urdu connoting high praise, qasida as a…

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The Global Village by Boghos Artinian

The Global Village by Boghos Artinian

The Global Village   Entities are fusing and it is too late to reverse the amalgamation. Capitalism is prevailing and it is too late to…

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I Remember Distinctly by Vincenzo Bollettino

I Remember Distinctly by Vincenzo Bollettino

I remember distinctly It was a day in April Spring was late to come Shades of distant colors on the trees Shadows walking by blind…

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A Child's Hand - Revised and Expanded

A Child’s Hand – Revised and Expanded

A Child’s Hand    (revised and expanded,  5. 20-22.12)  (dedicated to all the children being killed in all the wars)   a child’s hand in the…

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THE WINTER IS BETTER

THE WINTER IS BETTER

THE WINTER IS BETTER   (from my visit to Lebanon)     The winter in Zahleh is better for making a pitcher of the hands…

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A Child's Hand by Sam Hamod

A Child’s Hand by Sam Hamod

A Child’s Hand  (dedicated to all the children being killed in all the wars)   a child’s hand in the rubble is not the same…

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If I Were Maggie by Mandy Brauer

If I Were Maggie by Mandy Brauer

IF I WERE MAGGIE If I were Maggie I’d ride around in a battered old Model T with Mr. Baxter who delivered fresh eggs twice…

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Composition With Glove by Kenneth Pobo

Composition With Glove by Kenneth Pobo

COMPOSITION WITH GLOVE               By Pablo Picasso   About my own birth, the stories change.  My mother is dead.  I try to remember what…

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Seeing You by Shu Dao

Seeing You by Shu Dao

Seeing You This morning swallows dove up and down into the river, so does my heart feel when I see you

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Leslia Ukrainka, 1884, translation by Nina K. Orlovskaya)

Leslia Ukrainka, 1884, translation by Nina K. Orlovskaya)

Я сьогодні в  тузі, в горі, Мов у тяжкім сні,– Отруїли ясні зорі Серденько мені. Леся  Українка  1884   Today I’m in sorrow, in grief, Like in a heavy dream,– The bright stars Poisoned my heart….

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Laundry by Jacinta Camacho Kaplan

Laundry by Jacinta Camacho Kaplan

Laundry Loved linens caressed by a laundress hands Loved knowing their warp and woof The embroidery celebrated for it’s flowers and birds and two hearts…

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The Time Loops by Nina K.  Orlovskaya

The Time Loops by Nina K. Orlovskaya

The time loops…one of my meditations suddenly drifted into the strangest vision. I found myself in the air, hovering over an unknown city. I searched…

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Rummage Sales of Our Lives   by  Sam Hamod

Rummage Sales of Our Lives by Sam Hamod

Rummage Sales of our Lives     we collect things, I think, thinking we can shore ourselves up against time, to hold on to life…

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My Serpent by Sam Hamod

My Serpent by Sam Hamod

My Serpent    she snakes her body slowly around my hips, her thighs tho velvet, yet steel, squeezing me into her, body pulsing, she swells,…

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